I first came across Mary Delany’s intricate paper flowers at an exhibition held at one of London’s great treasure troves, the Sir John Soane’s Museum, in early 2010. Though at the time I recognized the flower mosaics as gorgeou...
A well-written family memoir is a beautiful thing, though sometimes subject to accusations of solipsism. What’s the point of all that introspective navel-gazing? I disagree that autobiographies are inherently narcissistic; beca...